"Hmm?"
The One-Eyed Dragon furrowed his brow, feeling that something was off.
Was this kid a little too calm?
"Now that you're done talking, go on your way." Yang Lingtian slowly spat out those few words.
"What? You little brat, you're courting death!"
The One-Eyed Dragon flew into a rage, thinking Yang Lingtian was making fun of them.
He suddenly raised the Great Axe in his hand, pouring furious divine power into it.
A hundred-zhang-long blood-red ax-light tore through the sky.
Carrying a ferocious might that could cleave everything apart, it hacked viciously toward the top of Yang Lingtian's head.
"You're courting death without knowing it. Die for me."
Yet in the face of this earth-shaking strike,
Yang Lingtian merely shook his head lightly, and even a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.
"Annoying."
He was too lazy to spare even another glance at the ax-light descending upon him.
His right hand slowly settled on the hilt of the Sky-Piercing Divine Sword on his back.
Clang—a light chime, followed by the cry of a sword.
The sound was not loud, yet it seemed like the first note born when the Great Dao first opened, making their Divine Souls tremble.
A hazy gray sword-light flashed from his hand and vanished.
That sword-light was not dazzling; it was even somewhat dim.
But what it contained was supreme divine might powerful enough to make Heaven and Earth lose their color and the myriad Daos fall silent.
It was the light of chaos, containing the might of the Great Dao of Chaos.
Fast—far too fast. So fast that it surpassed the passage of time and the distance of space.
So fast that the ferocious grin on the One-Eyed Dragon's face had not yet faded, and he had not even had time to react.